Day 20 #NaPoWriMo



Today, in gratitude for making it to Day 20, our (optional) prompt asks you to write a poem about a handmade or homemade gift that you have received. It could be a friendship bracelet made for you by a grade-school classmate, an itchy sweater from your Aunt Louisa, a plateful of cinnamon toast from your grandmother, a mix-tape from an old girlfriend. And whatever gift you choose, we wish you happy writing!

I hate being called Daddy

20 April 20

0800

Your feet made the v in love

Your hand made the o in you

2 years after your birth you had more than touched my heart

Than in the 44 years I had known my father

When we lunch together in the mancave

Or watch Saturday and Sunday morning cartoons

These pictures you unknowingly created

Watch over us and remind me

If the bond we have created

You dont call me daddy

Because I hate how that sounds

I am and have always been and will always be Papa

It’s a term of endearment

It’s what I used to call my father

Before I understood why he had to be removed from our lives

It gives me a chance to feel innocent again

And it gives me hope that your innocence will never be diminished

Hold onto it,

Apathy and anger are not comforting replacements

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